A Thousand Years From Forever (Seventeen)

The Waterloo  
Below Sea Level  
   
The Golden Palace  
Earlier that Day  
   
My King, how do you think the Royal Council will view my past sins  
The wages of their denial I will never see Heaven again  
I am not here by chance, something gravitated me here and made sure this realm I am locked in  
Dazzle them with your smile, we will figure this out we have a while  
And I will be very nice to a Hebrew King  
I see that wickedness across that handsome face, which could mean, mm… for this Nubian Queen  
I like how my Queen pleases me once you are baring your soul  
Let me ask this Supreme King is that with or within my crown, when you are in haste and pushing my gown down    
And you stand there, with a smile on your face, knowing your moan do seem to stir the quietness of sound  
You do know you are so arrogant when you do not even try  
Only to you, I will be the perfect gentleman later on once I rest this weight between those sexy thighs  
   
Oh, my I have to go... time seems to fly  
My Queen, have no fear, I will see you in the other side  
You tell the Royal Council who you are, as a woman, and as a Queen  
I love you, My King  
Look me in my eyes, I am the presiding King, who rules over these unseen affairs  
And this King is the only one who will sentence you to his nightly sheets  
And that shall remain in effect each time I touch you, when we greet  
   
The Golden Palace  
The Inquiry Of Queen Sephora  
 
The Royal Council  
   
I am the Queen of the three elements, my Morning Star                
My moon gives passage to the redeemer, or to anyone who would like safe passage to the Heavens for spiritual rebirth              
That includes you for what it’s worth      
My voice has spoken the armies are ready for battle on my command    
Solvency in prayer, and wisdom I spread across the great lands              
I suppose the masses needs to know our truth              
Something you are incapable of, a liar, thief, and a deceptive ruse                
Earth Angel resonating unto ether, hear my mantras in the far distance    
as I commence    
Wars are here, hunger ignored, as billions of dollars to repair what man have broken or condemned    
              
The Euphrates River is drying up will the Angels finally be set free    
Chaos and anarchy where do souls go when it needs to flee    
Archangel Michael, Gabriel’s trumpet will be heard down here              
As sure as my words to you are crystal clear              
Father Time holds the power you do not Lucifer              
And I am here, and the pilgrimage of my footsteps will not to be deterred            
   
Are you willing to seek justice upon earth                
If denied after the rapture, you will be tossed in the pit, of your own curse              
Not as a Dark Lordship among your abyss of shame, but as a fallen child                
Death and destruction upon the earth has escaped through the portal doors of time              
Exalt the duress for hellish crimes              
But not cast upon one strand of my hair              
              
Not on my Angel wings, therefore, watch me, as my sacred scrolls levitate into thin air          
Snapping my fingers, gone, the war has begun              
Hellish demons in revolt and Archangel Michael’s Army the seven seals shall be broken, we will defeat you Satan, with the trumpets sound, descended from clouds the Heavenly Angels and the Children Of The Sun              
The thirst to exterminate whose cursed voices echoes across thy                  
hemispheres in the name of the Father, the Sun, to protect the innocent spirits of woman, child, and man                  
You know not when the time of avoidance to seal the oath                    
Never to bow to idols, or in religion to gloat    
                  
Silence when branding weapons to the enemy found in the tornadoes spun words of venomous ruse                  
Spoken trickery to cast stones, footsteps you shall stand, in your                  
nakedness bitterness to succumb, to the wickedness you will face defeat befalls under the moon’s abuse                  
Sticks and snakes hurt and crush brittle bones                  
To the hindrance of malice, idiocy, repulsiveness it conceals, refusing to atone                  
Poof unto the charm of bellowing black magic’s smoke                  
Last rites before the weight of words slices your throat                  
                  
The silhouette of your soul in battle we will annihilate the spit of death in the ashes, strewn, blown, scattered, begone                  
Darkness shall sing the everlasting forsaken ritual bloodletting songs                  
Never to utter words energy given once has said                  
Arrogance of lessen power to slew then bite off the head                  
Pinning the heart in the dark                    
The crows with hair nipped between kaki Mudra for the conjuring work of art                              
How long must devious plot think it can deceive the moon, the night, the skies                  
I am the darkness upon the universe mist the wise gift of the owl to take pride in the labyrinth as I journey to raise awareness after the demise                  
The downfall of eradication in the wind I call                    
Properties of my elements finds to enthrall              
Benediction unto earth, mankind reaps the blood as darkness falls              
A cold wind blows of modern times              
When evilness and wickedness is seen from one single eye              
              
Death of a spirit as you know shall earthly roam              
Looking for comfort, oh thy wicked heart of stone              
Condemned and sentenced from a birthright bankrupt                      
Lucifer’s following Angel’s intentions, to grasp fame, and wanderlust                          
Archangel Michael and his league of Angels fought with such passion under God’s ordinance, the war in Heaven was a must              
No more bowing to the Heavens, as you’ve stated, for a mistaken Angel, no more, In God for you I trust              
Yes, you have forfeited your place in Heaven under God’s beautiful written laws              
Memorized by Satan’s eyes, hidden desires to be like the most high, is all He saw    
   
I will attest, the Queen of the Waterloo have proven her loyalty to her throne  
This meeting is adjourned, and I will lead this sacred dimension to greater heights for souls to atone  
Each given wings as spirits soar to a majestic divine home    
Can I, the Supreme King, have a word with Sephora, my Queen  
   
Yes, you may, My King, My Lord, may I sigh now, and embrace this beautiful dream    
   
   
   
   
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